Bearhound - Larry

I complained arranged seating at the meeting left me eating by a heathen
Who dropped his keys in my soup
It was the last of it too
My salty soup
What can I do
What can I do
Larry, grab your things
Tonight we're going out to drink
She seems so well refined
I heard she tastes like cherry wine
Oh come on, Larry
You're so ordinary
Did you really think she'd kiss you tonight
You think you can drink all of my whiskey, you gypsy, and while I'm tipsy you convince me
I gave it all to you
It was the last of it too
My bitter booze
What can I do
What can I do
Larry, grab your things
Tonight we're going out to drink
She seems so well refined
I heard she tastes like cherry wine
Oh come on, Larry
You're so ordinary
Did you really think she'd kiss you tonight
You smoke and you choke on my last cigarette and I bet you can guess I'm a little upset
Towards you
It was the last of them too
My 72's
What can I do
What can I do
Larry, grab your things
Tonight we're going out to drink
She seems so well refined
I heard she tastes like cherry wine
Oh come on, Larry
You're so ordinary
Did you really think she'd kiss you tonight

Written by:
Abram Woodrow, Jason Schweizer, Trent Giles

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